I met this guy Last winter when it was freezing cold outside a comic book store. He didnt even ask me for any money, I sat with him for about an hour and gave him some vitamin C Tablets to help him, and then ent and got him a hot pasty. He was honest about why he ended up where he was, and it was really sad to hear. He had been a heroine addict and lost his house after his wife kicked him out. He wasnt even from bristol! and had gradually been making his way around the west country. He was drinking some cheap cider and i can understand why he’d do that. What the hell else was he supposed to do?!sit there and freeze his nuts off? or get wasted to make things go by a little quicker? I know which i’d choose..